They died in their hundreds no sign to mark whereSave the brass in the pockets of the entrepreneurBy landslip and rockblast they got buried so deepThat in death if not life they'll have peace where they sleep

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Their mark on this landside is still seen and still laidThe way for a commerce where vast fortunes were madeThe supply of an empire where the sun never setWhich is now deep in darkness but the railway's there yet